Spotless Mind // H.S.

nine.

"I'm in trouble. I need you to pick me up, please. Come as soon as you can."

As soon as the words leave his mouth, im off my bed, slipping my boots on.

"W-where are you? Are you okay?" I stutter, running down the stairs and grabbing my keys.

I run into my car and immediately start it.

"I don't know." His voice sounds raspier than usual.

"What does it look like?" I ask him. How am I supposed to get him if he doesn't know where he is?

"I don't know." He says once again and I sigh. "I think I'm still around the bakery shop." He says.

"Okay, I'm coming. What happened anyways?" I start to drive off to the bakery. "I'll probably get there in ten minutes but I'll try to go faster."

"Some guys... Tried to rob me I think. Two or three of them just ganged up on me and beat me up." He explains.

"Oh my gosh, Harry!"

He remains silent but I can hear him breathing heavily.

I'm almost at the bakery. Its just a couple blocks away from where I am now.

"I'm almost there." I say through the phone.

"Thank god," he grunts. I can't imagine the amount of pain he must be in. Three men robbing him and beating him up for no reason.

The bakery starts to come into view and I quickly drive into the parking lot.

"I'm here. Where are you?" I ask stepping out of my car.

He doesn't say anything and that worries me.

"Harry?"

"Behind the store building I'm guessing." his voice is in a whisper.

I rush behind the buildings and am greeted with the smell of trash. Great.

I keep running until I see a curly headed body laying on the ground. Harry.

I end the phone call and run until I am right beside him I fall to the ground on my knees.

"Are you okay?" I feel his forehead and its hot and damp.

The street lights allow me to see his swollen lip and the various cuts along his face. His eyes that were one full of happiness are now screwed shut.

"No." He whispers. "They fucking kicked me. They kicked my ribs and it hurts like hell. I didn't even do anything to them." He groans, sitting up. I hold my hand on his back to help him up.

"Do you need to go to the emergency room?" I ask as we are walking back to my car. He's limping and I can't help but feel sorry for him.

"No. I don't want to."

"Harry! They could've seriously damaged something in you!" I yell.

"I'll be fine."

He seems so calm about the situation when I'm so worried about him. I sigh, giving up.

"I'll just take you home then" I say as I'm helping him into the passenger seat. He hisses as his leg hits the seat.

"Sorry." I mumble. I rush to the drivers seat and get in. I slip on my seatbelt and start the car.

"No." He says out of nowhere.

"No to what?"

"Don't take me to Ms.Millers house" he says. His hands are now clutching onto his stomach.